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Mumu quickly took off his coat and covered Lan Baobao with it, using all his strength to restore her clothes.
“Mommy, hurry up and get me up, I'm exposed, I'm exposed!”
Lan Baobao turned around in a daze, one leg resting on Li Xiaoran's head, pouting and mumbling, “If I'm exposed, then so be it. I've been exposed for a long time, it's no big deal!”
Mumu twitched his mouth.
His mommy was great in every way, but she was clumsy and confused, and her morning grumpiness was immense. By the looks of it, she must have drunk enough last night to last the whole year.
If she kept sleeping like this, Uncle Mu would definitely scold her to death today.
“Aunt Xiao, Aunt Xiao…” Mumu called out a few times and gave Li Xiaoran a hard push.
Li Xiaoran slowly opened her eyes and saw a delicate, cute yet handsome face. She immediately sobered up. “Mumu? Why are you still awake at this hour?”
Mumu handed her a glass of honey water. “Aunt Xiaoxiao, this will help you sober up. I’ll go make something to fill your stomach!”
After saying that, Mumu calmly turned and walked into the kitchen. He skillfully took some ingredients from the fridge and stood on a stool to turn on the gas, starting to cook.
Curious, Li Xiaoran followed him. She usually lived alone; aside from instant noodles, there were only eggs in her house. The items in the fridge were bought by Lan Baobao during her visit in the afternoon.
Mumu expertly cooked a pot of steaming vegetable porridge, added some shredded kelp, bamboo shoots, and wood ear mushrooms, mixed it into a cold dish, and then stir-fried a plate of freshly made shredded pork with green peppers.
Li Xiaoran was watching from the side when she suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat on her back.
"Baby, baby, wake up and look!?" Li Xiaoran kicked Lan Baobao hard with her foot, but that dead pig seemed to be dreaming about handsome guys.
There was still a bit of drool on her mouth, smiling blissfully, completely unresponsive to Li Xiaoran's fierce kicks.
Li Xiaoran pinched her hands; it seemed she had no choice but to use her trump card!
She crawled over, took out a mask from the drawer and put it on her, then grabbed a few down jackets to put on her. She turned off all the fans and air conditioning and played a horror movie on the TV.
Lan Baobao started to sweat, and soon fine beads of sweat appeared on her face, naturally beautiful eyebrows slowly twisting into a shape like a squirming loach on her face.
Before long, she began to gasp for breath, kicking wildly as she struggled to wake from her dream.
"Li Xiaoran! You little bitch, do you want to roast me alive?!" Lan Baobao jumped up from the bed, threw off the down jackets and mask, and immediately turned off the TV.
Damn it, she really couldn't understand why so many people liked watching horror movies!
She was most afraid of horror films; just hearing the sounds would give her goosebumps. Even if she was sound asleep, hearing the music from a horror movie could make her mind feel like it was live-streaming.
Li Xiaoran had long been used to Lan Baobao's personality and paid no attention to her anger. Casually, she said, "Stop with the nonsense, Lan Baobao. What is your Mumu doing? Can you tell me if I'm dreaming right now?"
Lan Baobao looked at her strangely, then glanced at Mumu in the kitchen and replied nonchalantly, "Isn't he just cooking? Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"
"Just cooking a meal?! I'm shocked! Lan Baobao, your son is not yet eighteen, are you abusing a minor?!" Li Xiaoran looked at the oblivious Lan Baobao in disbelief. What is this? What kind of situation is this?
What kind of mother-son duo is this!
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